February 27th, 2017 § permalink
Hello, scientists with a story!
Those who read the site frequently know I intermittently produce spoken word events. The most recent was 40 Hours to Trump, which raised nearly $1,200 for local groups working in areas targeted by the then-incoming Trump administration. Speakers included schoolteachers, volunteers, activists and immigrants.
We’re doing it again, but this time, we only want scientists. We want to give a stage — and an audience — to voices the current administration is trying to silence. » Read the rest of this entry «
February 10th, 2017 § permalink
The entirety of American political history can be found at an old polling place somewhere along the north branch of the Chicago River. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 11th, 2016 § permalink
Smarter people than me can write your think pieces.
More emotive than me can write about tears.
Less stunned than me can write your rallies and revolution.
I can write right now about disbelief. And how lovely the downtown of Chicago, Illinois, is. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 7th, 2016 § permalink
Voting is like improv comedy: The fact you’re unprepared is only amusing to you.
For the rest of us, those who take more than one stab at existence and who tire of any activity with a cover and two-drink minimum to watch state school theater majors laugh harder at their own jokes than the audience ever will, we like to be a little more prepared.
So in the vein of my Bare Minimum Voting Guide from the primary, a six-step plan that will get you voting like a champ in no time. * » Read the rest of this entry «
September 30th, 2016 § permalink
I got a new job. I’m a magazine editor now.
I like it. I like the people. I like the work. I like that when I decide something, it’s done.
But this isn’t about that. It’s about a reel of paper, winding through machines. » Read the rest of this entry «
August 12th, 2016 § permalink
There’s a ritzy stretch of a ritzy stretch.
There’s a high-end Irish restaurant there, something bordering cuisine and pub. It’s lovely, golden lettering on the side and tasteful sidewalk patio area. Even among River North, the swath of condos, hotels, hot bars and beggars, it glitzes.
In 1978, this was skid row. Lines of liquor stores passing the hooch through bulletproof glass. Drunks and junkies slept it off in the alleys.
And the site where this lovely Irish restaurant now sits was the home of one of the most raucous, rowdy and seminal punk clubs in town — O’Banion’s. » Read the rest of this entry «
July 18th, 2016 § permalink
They and they were of types who usually don’t talk.
The first they were 30s-ish, white and cool, aging punks and hips whose once candy-colored hair was now seeing threads of white come through. A man and a woman riding a rocking, jumbly ‘L’ train toward the Loop. » Read the rest of this entry «
December 30th, 2013 § permalink
September 27th, 2013 § permalink
On the long slog chunk of a September afternoon, getting to that time of year when 5 p.m. means slanting light and a sky yellowing into sunset, tired workers in shirts and ties or skirts and jackets slouched through River North on their way anywhere else.
A bubble wafted down. » Read the rest of this entry «
August 14th, 2013 § permalink
His earliest memory was realizing his penis looked different than his brothers’.
“The doctor who did my circumcision has been called incompetent,” the now-white-haired man said as the crowd whipped by to get to the Red Line Grand stop. » Read the rest of this entry «